THE DEVIL TAKES HIS SEAT

AMARA'S POINT OF VIEW.. I turned so fast, I was partially shocked about how my neck hadn’t popped from its socket. He looked like the embodiment of sin and danger, dressed in his black leather jacket and black boots. His black hair looked wild and unruly on his head as he walked over to where I now stood. He flashed me the same wild smile that had me feeling breathless the first time we met. “Hey, Vixen.” He breathed, pushing Julian out of the way without even sparing him a glance. His dark eyes were focused on mine as he looked at the pink dress I wore with a smirk and heat. “Ace,” I whispered, my heart pounding in my ears as I took him in. He felt like a dream. I was almost scared of closing my eyes, because I thought he would disappear if I did. His hand connected with my palm as he pulled me closer to him, and all of a sudden, it was just me and him in the dining room; everyone else faded into dust. “What are you doing here?” “I said I’d crash the party, remember?” Well, yeah…But I